::About Oceania Azure::
A new Smoke Twines tale that follows Tyeko, a charrie from the original Smoke Twines and others.
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Imagine a world with constant war. Imagine a world where madmen control vast empires. Imagine a world where a mere vapor can kill. This is the world of Oceania Azure.
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Smoke Twines: Oceania Azure
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Saturday, November 15, 2003
"People have the oddest ways of never surrendering."
The commander gazed at the captain, eyes translucent windows to the obvious torment imbibed by his soul from those similar panes. The boy was coming. Just as they had suspected...just as they had supposed. But that had been the purpose intially, that had been the foundation upon which all tumultous activities had been composed, a massive building consturcted as if by the hands of the children for hte mere purpose of destroying. But the child destroys for pleasure; they intended to kill wi the debris.
"Sir, shall we open fire? When he comes through teh door? He won't live sir. But you insist upon it...I have to question the logic. Already, so many ahve died for this cause ,and yet you consider it a prerequisite tat this boy be riddled with the very bullets you despise. Captain, as the commander of these troops, I have to question the-"
"You will open fire. You will open fire, and you will attempt to kill him, and every one of us will die. Lest you forget, he was terrible enough already, he now has a gun."
"It's a depuities pistol, sir."
The captain gazed, same despotic control upon his features but for hsi benedict eyes, upon the equally malicious displays of light and color that the television represented. Each one flickering dark like a scream with each passing second, a rythmic beat it seemed, as the boy strode, eyes gleaming the same malevolent expression as the bullets he fired, towards their emintently closer position. He readied the troops. Somehow, however, as his eyes fused with the forlorn stare of the captains, all emphasis dissolved, seemingly replaced by a darker apathy unleashed from the cage of his optimism. The beast had conquered its confinement. Like a broken child the optimism clung inauspicious to a life that was suddenly irrelevant, and with that resolution faded into nothingness. Apathy seeped, poision of the most brutal form, into his blood. His hand lowered. The troops did not react, did not differ, merely remained trained upon the doorway. Another monitor darkened, its final flicker the open eyes of surprise of the executed. ANother. Closing eyes, fading from life like inverse cells closed to a soul released. Another. Only 3 left. Trepidation died in the compassionless face of apathy, compunctions reprised for their naivity, care subsitituted for strength. Another, another, only one single monitor standing amongst the corpses of its bretheren, its supplemental camera trained on the very door that so many similar eyes both human and mechanical now enveloped, but complimentary in image to this as well. And there it was. The figure they adored, they woudls acrifice their lives for, for whom they had constructed their lives for destruction, Tyeko rested a mere 5 feet from thier position. Merely an unlocked door seperated the two hands of fate from finnally striking flint to steel...
The boy's metallic eyes encompassed the camera's own for a moment, a smile spreading upon his metallic face, as his rose his hand catalyst of his metallic consitutuition. In the next few moments, the soldiers would strive to stare death in the face as nobly as that camera did.
The weapon fired.
With that single action a bullet pierced its soul, shattering its material surface and rending its very purpose into shreds irreplacable.
The final monitor fell dark.
Friday, November 14, 2003
Malevolence sung its vibrant chord that night.
Tyeko struck the man in teh back of the skull without the slightest consideration. He was always astounded at their stupidity; did they not conceive that they had aggregatted the supposed world's best to this very location? Did they truly believe that merely the tempting of fate would reconcile their right to survival, that by devising a method to encumber, they could destroy what proportioned the students to the remaining population?
He removed the pistol from the man's belt. The others were already stationing themselves. From the moment he had fired the weapon, they had understood. Adversary as they was a time of before. Two worlds were efficently divided by the exact moment the bullet was fired, a time before and time after, and as each passing second joined its brethern in the eternal gorge of human imagination the original faded from possessed thought. Tyeko would find the control station. It was here, and here alone, that he woudl reverse upon them the damnation that had personified itself in their presence. As gods they possessed their equivalent will, defacing their lives, destroying their souls. The heart however did exist, long dead in purpose but to observe the remaining body, ever professing some false authority over the creature which had long ago lost possession, wandering blindly, capriciously, in its own destructive actions. However, little did it grasp that despite its belief of forsaking its bonds by the heart for the insanity of its midless truculence, here rested still its eternal weakness. And Tyeko woud find it. Tyeko woudl reach into the creatures chest and destroy it, no matter the cost. His life was beyond purpose; he held a mission.
He walked silently down teh hallway, feet barely striking the melodic surface of the tiling, pistol deceptively limp in his poised fingers. The heart...the heart to the creature, the force which had guided it to destroy the creatures which fed its twisted desires. It was a relationship between predator and pray, a brilant form in which the pray was only aware at the very last moment of its conscious existent. They never had time to react. They barely had but a moment to concieve of its horrific end, struck by the creature it had come to trust.
Tyeko was the first to ever duck.
"I know you're here. I can sense it, you bastards. Your mechanical devices grow ever more prevalent. I know you can see me as well. You can see that I am coming, but you can also see that I am a river. The Earth is a force which can not be halted; its decisions are a thousand times more tyrannical than the Humanic governments our peoples despise. And I am a messenger of her. I am a river which shall not halt, and I know you sit there in your shallow misery and await your death. You can not stop me. You built me to well." The camera along the hallway's bridge between wall and ceiling Contorted slightly, retracting as if in fear, like an animal that has been struck, "I know that you wait in silence for the waters to strike. I come from the moutains you built, from the peaks you constructed, and I have surpassed them. Now I am hurtling down them towards you who await me in wonder at the base. I guaratee, you shall not be dissappointed.
Sunday, November 09, 2003
In the silence, Tyeko gazed at the camera's blind eye.
It's rotated optical lense quietly surveyed the entirety of the room, absorbing the condition of the wounded children and the equally healthy, its impassionate gaze obstructing any sense of dignity to those who quietly submitted to the diseases which had been imbibed with each breath over the passing weeks, as conditions were steadily degraded to a state of insanity amongst the troops.
Tyeko was the solitary figure. Tyeko was the single element still conscious of a course of action. The teachers were destroying them. Tyeko did not concieve of the purpose, nor did his current speculations concern one. They would die, one by one, if he did not act. The boy next to him moaned quietly as blood erupted from his lips, the result of having been wounded 75 seperate times by a rotorary weapons the supervisors had stated was of a low caliber impact, but in fact was programmed at its most potent blast. Each shot had folded the boys organs in upon themselves; by the end, they would have proven better men to aim for his skull. Even as these visions pulsed quietly through Tyeko's throbbing memory, the boy next to him's chest constricted one final time as blood erupted from his throat, blinding his eyes, which stared mindlessly upwards. The boy, with that final act of self-humiliation, died. A girl to Tyeko's left lay naked upon the floor, struggling vainly to conceal herself from the numerous boys around her, of which the combined futility and look of anguish upon her face caused Tyeko to mutter a quiet hack of laughter, at the idea that any boy was interested as of the moment. The obvious pain it caused her, the strain upon her reddening face, eyes burning in her skull as her entire mind focused, struggling to remain conscious, to remain alive, bulging, on this single purpose, as more blood spread from the corners of her mouth, so desperately struggling, to the point of muffled grunts, to conceal herself, it was all oddly hilarious. The girl curled into a tighter and more constricted ball with each passing second, as her deformed body, broken arms, horifically bruised legs, were silently coated in the constant throbbing pulse of blood from her deformed eye, completely imploded, a blood-balloon shot with a full 90 milimeter caliber pin. A special weapon the supervisors had concluded was reasonable to hand to the side yet again opposing Tyeko. Tyeko's side continued to win; they were incapable of loss. The battles had steadily shifted into complete bias; every fine soldier that existed in the school was assigned to the opposite team. Tyeko was always captain of his own. As Tyeko continued to win even these battles, they steadily began to remove his weapons. As he persisted in annoying them with his pathetic need to win, they eliminated any armanents he recieved except their individual suit pistols, alligning the other team with every concievable military device they could muster, and prescribing to teh other team an already established base, trench, and defense matrix, while Tyeko's team was left with nothing but an open field. And still Tyeko won. Tyeko did not understand how it was possible; at times, it was nothing more than himself, as he struggled to command his troops despite their warranted fear of actual death at the hands of the weapons supplied, at the very end, crawling through the base with shredded legs and merely his pistol, slaugthering hte remaining men, his own laying dead along side them. They would not submit to these victories however. They began the impossible; they began to physically murder his troops. His team's weapons were set to something describable as stun, which stopped the other teams soldiers for a mere hour or less, meaning that all had to be slaughtered in an hours time to achieve victory. However, the other teams weapons had been artificially enhanced; their weapons now ripped holes in his soldiers chests. The girl's voice rose faintly as she hacked, blood cataracting across her lips carelessly, her hands still cupped around her crotch in an almost mindless fashion, now depicting this formation merely as the last transaction of relevant thought the brain had offered. She would be his fifth soldier killed. When the first one died, he had been astonished, sure that they would concieve of what they're horrific bias had resulted in. They had done nothing. It had been a little girl, Tyeko had quietly sat by her side as her naked chest heaved. She had not died shamefully like the girl beside him. She had been one of his most respected; she lay naked before their hideous, apathetic lensic eye with a silent, sad grin. She had been sure they would supply medical attention...sure...any moment...only at the end had she begun to cry. Begun to cry as she struggled to explain to him the feeling of her lungs no longer expanding...of her organs surrendering, closing. She had cried even as the barracks door opened and the supervisors strolled silently in, bearing an entirely different form of medicine at last. They placed the frosty, mockery of a syringe against her forehead. In her final moment, she had kicked, struggled to escape the covers as a man grasped Tyeko, his own mind unconcieving of the reality unveiling itself, she had sobbed, clutched at them with her small hands, offered them anything, anything at all, if they just didn't kill her, she just wanted her mommy again, her dad, just to see them one more time please she didn't know this was what it was all about this was it, this was how things happened she never woudl have come, they could do anything they wanted to her, she didn't care, she cried, she sobbed, she offered them her body, her soul, as she implored, the tears spilling from her eyes...
The bullet silenced her plees.
A fading rinng echoed within the Barracks as the room came to a quiet understanding of the future.
Tyeko gazed at the camera, its heartless eyes surveying the children as the girl to his left died, hands sliding from her crotch revealing her naked in her death, a few, quiet tears sliding down her cheeks. The camera halted briefly upon her, then continued onwards, clearly unamused.
Yes...today, no doubt, he would lose more, more children dyeing under his supposed care, as they merely laughed at whatever sadistic irony they saw in torturing him purposelessly. Yes, all of this would happen. The Camera silently halted, pausing for its few seconds upon Tyeko's face, All of this would certainly have happened.
If Tyeko had not at that moment hesistationlessly reached under his pillow, removed the pistol from its case, and, offering it one, happy grin, leveled it with the camera's eyes.
"Not so apathetic now, are we, bastard?"
Tyeko had no qualms or worries about where to aim. He had no concerns about whether he would miss. Tyeko knew full well where he wished to fire. He knew full well where this bullet was destined to go.
Tyeko shot it directly in the eye.
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